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You're assuming that I or others who doubt haven't searched, and found the lack of anything like evidence of "the divine" wanting.
Tina Turner's legs aside, that is.
Humble, devoted and consistent to what? Seems you're assuming that Something Is Up There and then searching for ways to make your belief seem more tangible.
Which is also what some of us have done -- through the religions we grew up in and those we learned about later in life, through questioning our parents, our pastors, our friends, our professors and a whole heap o' books -- but come to the conclusion that, quelle surprise, many folks are tired of livin' but scared o' dyin'. So we dream up a fantasy otherworld where love is a constant and pain only a memory.
Not surprising, and mostly sweet. Just not compellingly believable.